Love Is Colder Than Death

(Dean Wareham)

We Are Explorers

Can you tell me a story
From the end of the night
Girl you tell to break the ice
And the love will go fine
Can you tell me you think straight
Plot a course in the landscape
Just tell me you're fine

We are the people
We are here alone
We are explorers when the beat goes on
We're on a journey to the morning sun
To-geth-er

Got a face for the frontpage
You should join me sometime
I wanna dream up a new age
If the planets align
With a hunger for never
Windows stretching forever
Just tell me you're fine

We are the people
We are here alone
We are explorers when beat goes on
We're on a journey to the morning sun
Together

You'll get through with a little love
Just you wait and see
You'll get through with a little love
Just you wait and see

Keep my hands up pointing to the sky
Until the daylight comes, into our minds to rescue us

(Cut Copy)

Darkest Night

(Moullinex)

Bolero do coronel sensível que fez amor em Monsanto

Eu que me comovo
Por tudo e por nada
Deixei-te parada
Na berma da estrada
Usei o teu corpo
Paguei o teu preço
Esqueci o teu nome
Limpei-me com o lenço
Olhei-te a cintura
De pé no alcatrão
Levantei-te as saias
Deitei-te no banco
Num bosque de faias
De mala na mão
Nem sequer falaste
Nem sequer beijaste
Nem sequer gemeste,
Mordeste, abraçaste
Quinhentos escudos
Foi o que disseste
Tinhas quinze anos
Dezasseis, dezassete
Cheiravas a mato
À sopa dos pobres
A infância sem quarto
A suor, a chiclete
Saíste do carro
Alisando a blusa
Espiei da janela
Rosto de aguarela
Coxa em semifusa
Soltei o travão
Voltei para casa
De chaves na mão
Sobrancelha em asa
Disse: fiz serão
Ao filho e à mulher
Repeti a fruta
Acabei a ceia
Larguei o talher
Estendi-me na cama
De ouvido à escuta
E perna cruzada
Que de olhos em chama
Só tinha na ideia
Teu corpo parado
Na berma da estrada
Eu que me comovo
Por tudo e por nada

(A Naifa)

Cansei

Cansei de ser eu mesmo
Me deixa ser você
A vida não perdoa
Quem quer se reescrever

Cansei dessa rotina
Já não ouço o mesmo som
Cansei desse negócio
De tentar ser bom

Cansei dos meus retratos
Da falsa sensação
De ter você por perto
Não seu coração

Não me olhe desse jeito
Retoque seu batom
A sua vaidade
Faz parecer tão bom
Faz parecer tão bom
Faz parecer tão bom

Cansei dos mesmos rostos
Dessa repetição
Me deixa ser o centro
Da sua distração

Cansei dos inquilinos
Da minha solidão
Olhar você dormir
Não é compensação

Cansei da velha ideia
De segurar você
A reta do inseguro
Acaba na TV

Me entregue este controle
Me entregue a alma então
Amor você parece
Disco arranhado em vão
Pura repetição
Disco arranhado em vão
Pura repetição
Pura repetição

(Silva)

People Are Strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

(Sérgio Godinho)

Stranger To My Happiness

(Sharon Jones And The Dap-Kings)

Straight To Hell

If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise

There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to Hell boys
Go straight to Hell boys

Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.

Straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san said

You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hey! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molotov says

Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys

Can you cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land
Ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here

Straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys
Go straight to Hell, boys

(The Pogues with Joe Strummer)

The Ghost Of Tom Joad

Men walkin’ ‘long the railroad tracks
Goin’ someplace, there’s no goin’ back
Highway Patrol choppers comin’ up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin’ ‘round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin’ in their cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Searchin’ for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleepin’ bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin’ for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box ‘neath the underpass
You got a one way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin’ in the city’s aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
But where it’s headed everybody knows
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Waitin’ on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said, “Mom, wherever there’s a cop beatin’ a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where there’s a fight ‘gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I’ll be there.
Wherever somebody’s fightin’ for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin’ hand.
Wherever somebody’s strugglin’ to be free,
Look in their eyes ma you’ll see me.”

Well the highway is alive tonight
Where it’s headed everybody knows
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad


Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

With the ghost of old Tom Joad
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

(Bruce Springsteen with Tom Morello)